Aye, Simon, thoo sez reet, Ah sweear;
Bud noo, ez Bedale’s drawing near,
Deean’t let on wiv owt Ah’ve sed
Aboot mah dowter ligging deead.
Simon.
Neea, that Ah weean’t; but whahl Ah’ve breeath,
Ah’ll nobbut saay ’sha starved ti deeath.’
Note. Much of the above has had to be suppressed.
SONG.